Emily hit me when I told her this: When you strip away everything, a little boy was not able to keep his bike in a convenient spot because of my wheelchair.
I don't know if he saw the note and moved the bike or if his mom or dad did. Or if Dad has the bike stashed in his garage as he claimed.
I still feel bad about it.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
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4 comments:
YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FEEL BAD ABOUT THIS. HE SHOULD FEEL BAD FOR MAKING YOU HAVE TO ASK MORE THAN ONCE. GOT IT! CAN YOU TELL I AM YELLING HERE!
mtc
That's why I hit him in the head. :)
ejd
DITTO. Let's blame God instead.
xxoo
JTG
God might be a stretch here, but I will not feel guilty: Emily hurt me too bad.
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